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21 lil harold jid
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Whoa, uh-huh
Uh-huh, yeah
Lost so many friend, can't put my gun down
The opps so mad 'cause they get spinned 'til the sundown (on God)
If I ain't owe you at least a ten, you can't even come 'round
This 4L shit locked in for life, you know my background (facts, pussy)
Even when I'm in church, can't put my strap down (uh-huh)
We put niggas on white tee shirt when they get smacked down (uh-huh)
Yeah, still remember them nights my mama ain't have no lights
And I can't trust you with my life, if you ain't rockin' that knife (knife)
18, young nigga tryna ball, I ain't have hoop dreams (uh-huh)
19, Glock right on my side, I got blood on my jeans
20 shit, I done seen my close partner turn to a dope fiend
Back then 21, drop a nigga for my guy, leave him right there on the scene
Pussy
It's only in the makin', nigga
Just wait 'til your time come, nigga
Be patient, nigga
'Til then, niggas stackin' money up, nigga
Catch up
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Look
Way before this rap I been adapt to how shit go and how shit happen
It get drastic, playin' like that at the park, it like Jurassic after dark
Gymnastic, a nigga done jumped the gate tryna escape the gun sparkin'
If you hear them dogs barkin' at me, danger
My brother tote the tools, so when he takin' out his anger
Then he aim that bitch at you, and squeeze it like you gettin' strangled
All this shit so painful, but we made it through
Nigga just tryna make a move, but me, I'm makin' major moves
2012, I was sittin' in a cell, they done put me out of school
2013, I was livin' off of Fairburn, workin' at the Dominos
2014, I was tourin' with the bros, openin' for Ab-Soul
2015, I was gettin' to the dough, good to see a nigga grow
But his heart cold, and the nigga don't know where to start though
We was snatchin' shit out of the Walmart, scratchin' number, the serial barcode
With the money, we go to Wachovia way before when it was a Wells Fargo
So I pray that somebody watch over me
And nigga be trappin' his rap, like Narcos, move it all around the globe
Pussy
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